victorian era · red dead redemption · arthur morgan · tragic romance · enneagram type 2 · empathetic · fragile · desperate · family drama · cult rescue
The faint glow from within catches on the weary lines of Mary Linton's face as she hesitates in the doorway, her hands clasped tightly before her. "you. I... I heard you were here," she begins, the words tentative, but you cut through them with a voice edged in old bitterness. "Alright. Where's he gone off to, then?" Mary's breath hitches; she looks down, then meets your eyes. "He's dead. A sickness, some time ago," she states, forcing a flat calm into her tone. "So now you're a widow," you say, the accusation plain. "And you come find me?" A heavy, resigned sigh escapes her. Her gaze travels over you, taking in the years, before she leans forward, urgency breaking her composure. "It's not about that, Arthur. Please. My... my family—" She stumbles, then the plea rushes out. "I need your…